An Enemy to My Own Soul, Happiness and Freedom

Chapter two

      A mother’s cry

For three months my mum had tried to form a bond  with me, for four months she tried with out success, all I kept doing was to push her away. What did she ever do but to give birth to me and to love me?

 then came august the 29th the day she could take no more, sick of trying she fell down and bust in tress. My father had already given up not that he was ever at home in first place, he was ever so busy with his career and making money living my mum to take care of a child who did  not want her as a mother.

For days she cried for days I just refuse to let her in my heart. It was obvious now that my mum had, had it up to her neck and she couldn’t take it any more.

So she took me to see a child physiologist not that was of any help, I was already a child who had sold his soul to the devil and there was nothing she could do about it.     

As I got older things got worse by this time my mum was getting tired and old you could see it in her eyes. I guise she was thinking I wish I hadn’t given birth to you, how perfect that sounds just what I have been waiting for it was a dream come true finally I could have the courage to build more hatred for her and continue my journey to self distraction.

how sad and selfish this may sound but I had no control of my emotions did care of who I was heating I just wanted to leave so that I could see the devil I had sold my soul to because it was clear by now that he was taking control of me and wouldn’t rest on till he got me.